Commodore Junk — page 348: what you’re looking at

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LAST WORDS. 341 ‘For the wretches taken in arms, sir, I have nothing to say ; but for this poor wounded fellow I ask proper help and protection. I will be answerable for him.” Bart looked at him quickly and reeled slightly as he limped to his side. “ Thank ye, captain,” he said, “I ought to hate you, but she loved you, and that’s enough for me. If I don’t see you again, sir—God bless you and good-bye!” ‘“ But we shall see each other again, Bart, and I hope— here, quick!” he cried, ‘‘help here ; the poor fellow is fainting from loss of blood !” Bart was borne off to be tended by the surgeon, and Hum- phrey Armstrong stood gazing down at the motionless form at his feet. He did not speak for some minutes, and all around respected his sorrow by standing aloof; but he turned at last to the officer— ‘‘T ask honourable burial, sir, for the dead—dead to save my life.” The officer bowed gravely, and then turned away to give a few short, sharp orders to his men, who signed to their prisoners. These were rapidly marched down to the boats, two and two, till it came to the turn of Dinny, who stood with Mrs. Greenheys clinging to him, trembling with dread. ‘Now, my fine fellow,” said the warrant officer who had the prisoners in charge ; “this way.” “Sure, and yell let me have a wurrud wid the captain first }” ‘No nonsense. Come along!” ‘Sure, an’ he’d like to shpake to me wan wurrud,” said Dinny. ‘‘ Wouldn’t ye, sor?” Humphrey, who was standing with his arms folded, CONnnicloOolk<s —)